The Complete Poetical Works of James Russell LowellHoughton, Mifflin, 1899 - 656 Seiten |
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... DEATH OF CHARLES HEBE 89 TURNER TORREY 139 • THE SEARCH 89 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DR . THE PRESENT CRISIS . 90 CHANNING . 140 • AN INDIAN - SUMMER REVERIE . 93 TO THE MEMORY OF HOOD . 141 THE GROWTH OF THE LEGEND 99 A CONTRAST 100 ...
... DEATH OF CHARLES HEBE 89 TURNER TORREY 139 • THE SEARCH 89 ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF DR . THE PRESENT CRISIS . 90 CHANNING . 140 • AN INDIAN - SUMMER REVERIE . 93 TO THE MEMORY OF HOOD . 141 THE GROWTH OF THE LEGEND 99 A CONTRAST 100 ...
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... DEATH OF QUEEN MERCEDES PRISON OF CERVANTES • 544 544 JOSEPH WINLOCK . 515 TO A LADY PLAYING ON THE SONNET , TO FANNY ALEXANDER 516 CITHERN 545 JEFFRIES WYMAN 516 THE EYE'S TREASURY 545 TO A FRIEND , 516 PESSIMOPTIMISM . 545 WITH AN ...
... DEATH OF QUEEN MERCEDES PRISON OF CERVANTES • 544 544 JOSEPH WINLOCK . 515 TO A LADY PLAYING ON THE SONNET , TO FANNY ALEXANDER 516 CITHERN 545 JEFFRIES WYMAN 516 THE EYE'S TREASURY 545 TO A FRIEND , 516 PESSIMOPTIMISM . 545 WITH AN ...
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... death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , 60 Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently , Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! 91 Here is a gush of many streams , A song ...
... death unquietly ? Look down beneath thy wave - worn bark , 60 Lean over the side and see The leaden eye of the sidelong shark Upturned patiently , Into the ocean's blue ; Listen ! Oh , listen ! 91 Here is a gush of many streams , A song ...
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... death , The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will ; eaves to - day : Now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh , 40 the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again rified feet , The startled river turns leaden ...
... death , The tempest holds his breath As from a sudden will ; eaves to - day : Now leaps the wind on the sleepy marsh , 40 the leaves , All is so bodingly still ; Again , now , now , again rified feet , The startled river turns leaden ...
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... death may pluck thee. Peace sits within thine eyes , With white hands crossed in joy- ful rest , 50 While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and sings , With folded wings And white arms crost ...
... death may pluck thee. Peace sits within thine eyes , With white hands crossed in joy- ful rest , 50 While , through thy lips and face , arise The melodies from out thy breast ; She sits and sings , With folded wings And white arms crost ...
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Seite 91 - For mankind are one in spirit, and an instinct bears along, Round the earth's electric circle, the swift flash of right or wrong; Whether conscious or unconscious, yet Humanity's vast frame Through its ocean-sundered fibres feels the gush of joy or shame; — In the gain or loss of one race all the rest have equal claim.
Seite 144 - That maize has sprouted, that streams are flowing, That the river is bluer than the sky, That the robin is plastering his house hard by; And if the breeze kept the good news back, For other couriers we should not lack; We could guess it all by...
Seite 148 - The Holy Supper is kept, indeed, In whatso we share with another's need ; Not what we give, but what we share, — For the gift without the giver is bare ; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, — Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me.
Seite 257 - I cannot praise a fugitive and cloistered virtue, unexercised and unbreathed, that never sallies out and sees her adversary, but slinks out of the race, where that immortal garland is to be run for, not without dust and heat.
Seite 243 - s thousands o' my mind. 160 [The first recruiting sergeant on record I conceive to have been that individual who is mentioned in the Book of Job as going to and fro in the earth, and walking up and down in it.
Seite 92 - Then to side with Truth is noble when we share her wretched crust, Ere her cause bring fame and profit, and 't is prosperous to be just; Then it is the brave man chooses, while the coward stands aside, Doubting in his abject spirit, till his Lord is crucified, And the multitude make virtue of the faith they had denied.
Seite 138 - IN a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er his types one poor, unlearned young man; The place was dark, unfurnitured, and mean : Yet there the freedom of a race began. Help came but slowly ; surely no man yet Put lever to the heavy world with less : What need of help ? He knew how types were set, He had a dauntless spirit, and a press. Such earnest natures are the fiery pith. The compact nucleus, round which systems grow: Mass after mass becomes inspired therewith, And whirls impregnate...
Seite 143 - Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers And, groping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers...
Seite 145 - But he who gives but a slender mite, And gives to that which is out of sight, That thread of the all-sustaining Beauty Which runs through all and doth all unite, — The hand cannot clasp the whole of his alms, The heart outstretches its eager palms, For a god goes with it and makes it store To the soul that was starving in darkness before.
Seite 392 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.